Anticipation is a calm lakeOr a bubbling sulphuric spring,Reaction held by surface tension,Steam showing what is to come. You wait both excited and anxiousFrantically searching the facade,Expecting the piercing screech,Yet all remains silent. A single external movementOf word or deed,An imperceivable internal image,Can trigger an explosion. The spouts of rage touchingEverything within reach,The quaking subsidesContinue reading “Pregnant Pauses”
Author Archives: B. Isabel Writes
Long Forgotten Ghosts
Parapets unmannedMoat of dried tearsLandscape littered ruinsMuseum of unrealized dreams Crumbled wallsDungeons bars ajarUncovered passagewaysScreams of sunken lies Stale stench of centuriesShadowed empty corridorsCold walls bereft of tapestriesEchoed sounds of laughter Knights darkened in their cupsBrandishment of steelLadies still in waitingHopes misplaced and unfulfilled Mossy dampened stonesSpiralized stairVisitors still and millingHalls of dancing ghosts
Paddle Boat Dreams
She dreamed of the wide MississippiLapping the boat on both sidesAs she glided through its corridorsSipping a mint julep. She knew that by the time she got there,There would be no gliding or mint juleps, butThere would still be the mighty MississippiTo revive those dreams. Dreams churn like the paddles of the boatsMuch like yearsContinue reading “Paddle Boat Dreams”
Ode to a Train
You held the promise of adventureIn your steam-powered engine,The lines that traversed the landscapeThe coal that pushed plumes to the sky.You carried dreams In your cars that extended for miles,The sleeper cabins and luncheonettesThe open rows where dreamers sat.You marked the distanceOn your wheels questing for connection,The destinations like compass arrowsThe nations shrinking in your growth.YouContinue reading “Ode to a Train”
Suspended Childhood
The patina of weatheringShows the passage of time,Yet we hope to maintain Our innocenceOur delightOur enthusiasm for life. Life that consumes our energy,Hones our ambitions,Molds our beliefs, and Hardens our convictions,Until we dream again. Dreams of a new-found loveOf people,Of art, andOf restWhen our weary soulsHold onto the vestige of a childhoodCaught in suspended animation… If onlyContinue reading “Suspended Childhood”
The Meaning Behind Chasing Sunset
In the summer of 2015, mom and I embarked on a series of roadtrips, turned flights, turned cruises that would take us around the country and into others. The title of this blog, Chasing Sunset, came from our trip to the west coast of the United States where we tried multiple times to catch theContinue reading “The Meaning Behind Chasing Sunset”
Inside Looking Out
The sun shines down Spreading spirals of shadowAs we nestle close togetherWarm and safe.Safety in numbers,Yet we wait for the moment of adventure,The climb and wing spread,The exhilaration of freedomOnly found in the air.Here we wait insteadIn resting anticipationFor the door to open,The message wrapped tight,The author ties a storyTo our feet. I had never heardContinue reading “Inside Looking Out”
Perspective
To me, you’re colossal,As I approach from below, Reaching higher than I can dream.Your stony visage exudesSafety, strength, and power,Yet, you’re not unshakeable.If I rode on your shoulder,Would I see the world through your eyes,Or would the height blind my senses? I took this photo on a wonderful boat tour up and down the ThamesContinue reading “Perspective”